Home

Home what is it? A home can mean many different things to people. But a home to me, is a place where I can relax after a long day at school. While feeling safe and protected knowing my family is there to protect me, and also remind me I’m loved and unique. I belong no matter what. When I walked through the door to my home, I 'am embraced by my happy joyful dog ,greeting me back. I get to embrace the warmth ,love and comfort I get for my family. I also get to enjoy the nice food my parents give my brother and I for dinner. Also, every single time we’re together for dinner, we tell each other what we did that day or what my brother and I learned at school. Sometimes after dinner when I look at the walls in my home, I remember the memories of when I was younger. I see Pictures of our family vacation pictures of My brother and I going on different cruise ships and how I got to explore Different islands around the Caribbean. It’s almost like every place my home holds memories. It’s one of my favourite types of decorations in my home. but my home also has a lot more different memories . The sound of my dog barking at me when I walked in the doors or even looking at pictures just tell me that Home. Is it OK stupid it’s a place that holds love. One of the best parts of my home is how my emotions are accepted. Whether happy or sad my family always asks if I’m OK and tries to make me feel better. Home is where I can truly be myself, where I don’t have to pretend or hide anything. No matter where life takes me I will always carry a piece of home with me.